Page 49 of His Curvy Woman

Epilogue

Whitley

His hand slidesup my thigh and under the t-shirt of his that I stole. His hard dick presses against my back and I’ve been wanting this since I woke up from a dream I had of Hunter and I on a deserted island making love under a cabana.

“Are you wet for me?” He growls, then nips my ear. He grabs my thigh and moves it up, so it’s on top of his. Running his fingertips along my skin, he slides my panties to the side and rubs my clit, making me moan. “Oh yeah, you’re fucking soaked.” He pushes his dick against me and sucks on that spot between my neck and my shoulder.

He strokes two fingers through my folds, back and forth, teasing me with his touch, as his thumb rubs rhythmic circles around my clit. “Tell me how bad you want it, baby.”

“Hunter don’t tease me. We don’t have long.” I moan, knowing that any minute the baby is going to wake up and need us.

Hunter rips my panties down my thighs then plunges his fingers into my core. I clench around him, craving his touch, and needing more of it. I reach behind me and grab his dick, stroking it as best as I can. Hunter lifts his knee, opening me up for him and centers his cock at my center. He holds my lips open using his fingers, as he runs the head of his cock through my pussy and over my swollen clit.

“Hunter, please. I need you inside me. Now!” I moan.

“All you had to do was ask.” He groans, and in one stroke he’s bottomed out inside me, taking my breath away. It’s like this every time for me, the feel of him taking what’s his, touching me, surrounding me, giving me what I need. He’s the only one who can.

In one hand he holds onto my hip, and in the other, he’s twisting my nipples while he strokes in and out of my needy pussy. Over and over, he fucks into me, harder and harder with each stroke. Is this going to be it? I swear he brings me higher and to new peaks every time he touches me.

When I start moaning, he claps his hand over my mouth and starts rubbing my clit again. “Shhh, baby. Not yet. Almost there.”

With every stroke inside me, I know I’m going to come harder and longer than the last time. “You’re so fucking sexy when you moan for your husband.” He whispers in my ear. “Come.” He groans and pinches my clit. He thrusts into me harder, setting off my orgasm. I bite his hand he still has over my mouth as I come with him.

When he pulls out of me, I roll over to face him. “Good morning, baby.” He says, smiling at me.

“Good morning,” I say and yawn. “How was work?”

“Not nearly as exciting as what was waiting for me when I came to bed a few minutes ago.”

I quirk my brow. “Oh yeah?”

“You were touching yourself again, moaning my name. I couldn’t let another man have you.”

I smile, only remembering small pieces of my dream at this point. “It was a good dream, but real you is always better.”

He starts tickling me, but it’s short-lived when I hear our daughter Rosie crying through the baby monitor. I stand to go grab her, but Hunter stops me. “I’ll get her, take your time. Get a shower if you want one.”

“Are you sure? You just got home from work.”

“I’m sure. We’ll go and join Thor and Tony while they watch their cartoons.”

Standing on my tiptoes, I reach up for a kiss. Hunter leans down, giving me a kiss that leaves me wanting more. I’m tempted to pull him into the shower with me when I hear Rosie crying again.

Hunter kisses me on my forehead then turns and pulls on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt and leaves our bedroom.

I take a quick shower, not wanting to take advantage of the break. I wash up and change into some capri leggings and tank top. When I go out to the living room, Thor, who is seven, and Tony, who just turned six, are sitting in the living room at the coffee table eating cereal. Hunter is feeding our six-month-old, Rosie, a bottle. Arya, my sweet Arya is lying on the ground between the boys waiting for them to drop food.

After my short stay in the hospital, Hunter took me home, and I cried because Arya wasn’t there. I knew she wasn’t going to be there, but the empty house just drove it home. She fought for her life for two weeks as she healed from the gunshot wound. Once she was finally better, she was more protective of me and I of her. She was my first baby, and I still feel guilty, yet grateful for what she did to save my life. Without her, who knows what would have happened.

I go to the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee and look at the pictures on the refrigerator. There are so many memories that we’ve made. Every single one is a blessing that we don’t take for granted.

When my coffee is made, I go sit beside Hunter on the couch who looks ready to fall asleep. At least he’s off for the next five days. “Want me to take her?”

He smiles at me and shakes his head no. “Not yet.”

We sit watching the kids, Rosie still sucking on her bottle and the boys laughing at the cartoon they’ve got on. I swear these things are getting better than they used to be.

I continued working at the Emergency Call Center until I was ready to give birth to Thor. After my maternity leave was up, I had a hard time leaving him to go to work. I would never get those days with him back, so I quit. It was a hard decision for me to make, but one I don’t regret. I get to take care of my family, and that’s the best job I’ve ever had.

Right after Tony was born, Hunter’s parents caved and came back to town. They had already missed Thor as a baby and they wanted to meet him and baby Tony. Once they met Thor in person and held Tony, they knew they needed to come back. With everyone in prison, they decided to risk the consequences, like Hunter had, and moved back to Emerald Isle to be closer to their family.

Rosie finishes her bottle and I set my coffee down before Hunter hands her to me to burp. He swears he doesn’t have the magic touch. I rub my daughters back, loving every second of getting to hold her in my arms. After a few minutes of patting her back, she burps and smiles up at me. She’s got strawberry blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and is the most beautiful baby girl I’ve ever seen. We thought Tony would be our last because the delivery was very complicated. The doctor even told us it would be hard to get pregnant after that. Five years later, we were surprised by Rosie, my tiny warrior. The pregnancy wasn’t easy, and after I had her, I chose to get my tubes tied.

Our story wasn’t predictable, but it’s ours. I wouldn’t change a thing about it. I’m married to my best friend, who just keeps getting more handsome as the years pass. He never forgets to tell me how beautiful I am each and every day. Hunter says he’s lucky, but I know I’m the lucky one. He gave me everything in my life that matters, and I could never thank him enough.

The End

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